Stories
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My mind nas been thinking of the times when I was traveling along my spiritual journey … immature in the ways of gratitude and humility. When I fell short of the mark of unconditional love and respect that Mom so freely gave to me, and which she deserved to have reciprocated. In the past four…
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Death is not an affront to life. It is a part of life. A part of our temporary bodies living in our temporary world. Death is life’s partner in all of nature. All breath stops.
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Hi Mom. Miss you already. Love always, Daria.
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Bear witness and don’t step ahead of God. That is my revised assignment. That is what comes to my heart as I sit here, in my home, in the quiet of early morning. Bear witness and follow my God. There is no more fretting and flitting from place to place. Bear witness and follow my…
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And so, Mom is dying. This is a very large sadness covering me. I’m somewhat afraid; afraid to be without her. Afraid to be sad and to grieve. I give the medicine as directed by the hospice nurse. I am trusting her knowledge and experience. I can list in my mind, or here on paper,…
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God Is Good. Start with the truth to get to and remain in the truth.It’s been difficult to see Mom fading away, yet bearing witness is a gift in many ways. Death is a part of this life. A doorway, a transition, leaving behind this time and space continuum. Mom is moving forward. For Mom,…
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A prayer: Higher Power, God as I understand God to be:May I be all that You have created me to be and may I live and serve and love like You. Lift me, God, above the battleground of my shortcomings and missed marks. Renew my mind. Give me eyes to see what you see; ears…
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Got a call yesterday morning from Barb, mom’s aid… Mom was on the floor when she got there. I checked the ring cameras and sure enough, Mom slipped off of her recliner and ended up spending a total of 12 hours on the hardwood floors, unable to get herself up. Dozing on and off. It…
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It’s good for me to go to Mom’s and stay a long time, and it’s also good to go and stay a couple of hours. Marjory is right in many ways. I’m doing what I’m doing for me. As Mom fails more and more, what I do becomes more and more for myself. Mom is…
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Yesterday a priest came to Mom’s. I wish I could remember his name! He is a native of Ukraine. Dear man. Kind, open, bright-eyed. Looked Mom and me right in our eyes. He travelled a far distance to see Mom and give her three Catholic sacraments:– Reconciliation– Communion– Anointing of the sickThe oil he had…
Faith & Roses 